Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan looked at him: "Shall we go now?"

"Yeah!" Shi Yu responded coldly, and then confessed: "Wait later, no matter what you see or hear, don't talk, just look at it, okay?"

Song Qinghuan nodded lightly, then followed Shi Yuhan to the hospital again.

On the way there, Shi Yuhan called Shi Annuo again. He was pulling the car door to let Song Qinghuan get in the car and gave Shi Annuo before he got into the car.

It seemed that Song Qinghuan was deliberately prevented from hearing it.

The black car ran towards the hospital like an arrow.

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Han Qianqian was lying on the hospital bed. She was already asleep, but she was suddenly awakened by a burst of crisp crying.

The hospital was originally a place with heavy yin.

Although Han Qianqian doesn't believe in feudal superstitions, she has watched many supernatural novels and supernatural movies related to hospitals.

Now she is in the hospital, and her surroundings are so quiet and dark everywhere, and the sound of the wind blowing tree branches from time to time outside, and it seems to be faintly mixed with the cry of the child, and it is grim.

This reminded her of the supernatural novels and supernatural movies she had ever seen.

Especially at this moment, I don't know if it was too windy outside, and it opened the hidden window.

The wind caught the rain and poured in from the outside, Han Qianqian stiffened, her palms covered with sweat.

She wanted to muster the courage, she wanted to sit up, lift the quilt, get out of the bed, and then go and lift the window.

However, he could only vaguely hear the cry of the child, and he was getting closer and clearer, as if he was just outside the door.

Han Qianqian was shocked, her whole body stiffened unconsciously, holding her breath, her eyes turned around.

When she gathered courage again and wanted to sit up and close the window, just as she was about to turn on the light, a faint sound came from outside the door, as if someone had pushed the door of the ward from the outside.

"Who?" Han Qianqian was shocked and hung in her throat.

"..." The answer to her was silence.

"Don't pretend to be a fool, tell me who you are? What do you want to do?" Han Qianqian asked urgently, holding the quilt in both hands and dared not move.

The open window over there was squeaked by the wind, and this sound sounded particularly terrifying in the atmosphere at this moment.

Han Qianqian was terrified in her heart, but she could still bear it.

After breathing heavily, she stretched out her hand again to turn on the bedside lamp. After the dim headboard was turned on, she got out of bed and wanted to close the window. When she got up, she felt ill. She was so scared that her legs were weak and she fell onto the bed.

I saw the door of the ward that was originally closed, but I didn't know when it was actually opened.

The door of the half-covered room was slowly opened. By the lights in the room and the corridor outside, she saw a child standing at the door.

The child was full of blood. No, it was bleeding from seven holes. He stretched out his hand to her: "Mom, mom..."

Han Qianqian wanted to scream subconsciously, but the sound seemed to be suppressed in her throat, and she couldn't make any sound. She couldn't move her whole body as if she had been tapped. She could only stare at the child at the door with her frightened eyes.

"Mom, why don't you want me, Mom..." The cold and childish voice floated from the door quietly, and the sound of the wind flapping the window was even more eerie and terrifying at this moment.

Han Qianqian was so scared that she backed away desperately, covering her ears with her hands and lying on the quilt. She shook her head in horror, and shook her head desperately. Finally, she cried out of control: "No, no..."